“You are so close, and I can’t reach you.”

“I’ll make a swing so I can reach the places I can’t reach yet.”

“There’s something about sitting alone in the dark that reminds you how big the world really is, and how far apart we all are. The stars look like they’re so close, you could reach out and touch them. But you can’t. Sometimes things look a lot closer than they are.”

“No matter what you’re going through there's no pit so deep that God can’t reach in and get you out.”

“Why can’t you just look into my mind and see what happened for yourself? You erasedmy memory, can’t you bring it back?-I buried it beyond even my reach, so as to be sure it stayed forgotten.Great. If Mega-Master Mencheres couldn’t pry it out, then it must really be lost.”

“And again. I kept clicking until the photograph was demolished, until it was no more than a mosaic of gray tiles, adding up to nothing.Nothing. Because wasn’t that how I felt that day? If you zoom close—if you really get close to someone, if you really get close to yourself—then youlose the other person, you lose yourself entirely. You get so close you can’t see anything anymore. Your mind becomes all these abstract fragments.English becomes math.”